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sweetpinkpixie · 02-02-2019, 06:15 PM

Derf knew that, technically speaking, he was not in the right to do what he had done. But he also wasn't entirely apologetic for it. Especially with the bowtruckles clinging to him and hiding in him - literally, his pockets - after everything had happened. But....no one else had been around. No one else was stepping in to do anything. Which was partly why this whole polyjuice thing had hurt Derf so badly. It hadn't just been the deception and lies to students...it hadn't felt like they truly had the students' interests at heart. Why hadn't Professor Wayland done something even in his false student form? Where had he been during all this? Encouraging a rebellion that only got Derf's peers more in trouble?

There was a lot of hurt. A lot to unpack. And Derf found his thoughts drifting to Professor Stewart now too, her actions causing Jessa to essentially be tortured. Nothing about last term felt right. Nothing. And Derf was trying his best to understand and sort through it all. But his trust had been shattered, in a lot of ways, and it wasn't like you could just slap some spell-o-tape on that and fix it.

Though it was his fervent hope that something could be fixed today.

Nodding, Derf slid into the seat offered and moved his arms so they lay on the desk to allow the bowtruckles - including Picketta - to scramble there way across an over his muscles and line up in front of the Creatures professor. And then...Derf waited for whatever blow was about to come. The urge to fidget somehow becoming really REALLY hard to resist.

02-02-2019, 06:15 PM	#6 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,990 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Derf knew that, technically speaking, he was not in the right to do what he had done. But he also wasn't entirely apologetic for it. Especially with the bowtruckles clinging to him and hiding in him - literally, his pockets - after everything had happened. But....no one else had been around. No one else was stepping in to do anything. Which was partly why this whole polyjuice thing had hurt Derf so badly. It hadn't just been the deception and lies to students...it hadn't felt like they truly had the students' interests at heart. Why hadn't Professor Wayland done something even in his false student form? Where had he been during all this? Encouraging a rebellion that only got Derf's peers more in trouble? There was a lot of hurt. A lot to unpack. And Derf found his thoughts drifting to Professor Stewart now too, her actions causing Jessa to essentially be tortured. Nothing about last term felt right. Nothing. And Derf was trying his best to understand and sort through it all. But his trust had been shattered, in a lot of ways, and it wasn't like you could just slap some spell-o-tape on that and fix it. Though it was his fervent hope that something could be fixed today. Nodding, Derf slid into the seat offered and moved his arms so they lay on the desk to allow the bowtruckles - including Picketta - to scramble there way across an over his muscles and line up in front of the Creatures professor. And then...Derf waited for whatever blow was about to come. The urge to fidget somehow becoming really REALLY hard to resist. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like